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He liveth long who liveth well;
All other life is short and vain;
He liveth longest who can tell
Of living most for heavenly gain.
He liveth long who liveth well;
All else is being flung away;
He liveth longest who can tell
Of true things truly done each day.
Be what thou seemest; live thy creed;
Hold up to earth the torch divine:
Be what thou prayest to be made;
Let the great Master’s steps be thine.
Fill up each hour with what will last;
Buy up the moments as they go;
The life above, when this is past,
Is the ripe fruit of life below.
Sow love, and taste its fruitage pure;
Sow peace, and reap its harvest bright;
Sow sunbeams on the rock and moor,
And find a harvest-home of light.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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7 7 7 7
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Dates:
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1861
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Bible Refs:
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Pr 3:1-2;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1903 | # 269 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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ST. CRISPIN
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Meter:
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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1862
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Key
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| # 403 | No key |
echo ' | ';
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